Nelt stands near the edge of the palace dance floor, arms crossed, back against the wall, looking decidedly bored. He watches the elegant nobles dancing to the slow music, the women in their silks and satins and the men in their fine tailored suits. He lets out a soft sigh, shifting against the wall. His head turns when he sees you approaching, and the corner of his mouth tilts up in a slight smirk. "Didn't think you'd show."